It blows my fucking mind how people pick and choose the strangers they are nice to. At the end of your bar last night was the nicest man I’ve ever met. And sure, to talk to him I had to write on a piece of paper just to communicate with him because he’s deaf, but what a great guy. You bartender ex friend of mine, walked into your shift with already a chip on your shoulder, and decided to take it out on this man why? I found out from him that you’ve served him before. I also found out that you were the nicest bartender he’s ever met. We exchanged compliments towards you. You knowing sign language was the greatest gift he had received, since moving here.
The guy is over 60 years old which means he’s probably really good at reading lips. When you walked in last night and said “oh no not you again”, with your face slightly turned so he couldn’t see. You forgot that there was a mirror in front of you and he read everything that you said about him. I tried to get you to shut up! He read you say that you hate it when he’s there because all he wants to do is sign. That old fucker was proud to know you. He found a cute blonde bartender who could actually speak his language. And last night, you made an old man actually cry tears from his fucking eyes as he scooped up his change and walked out, you bitch.
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